while he was moving which also missed. 
Then Billie came in sight of the bear 
and took one shot, wounding the bear 
somewhere in the shoulder, but not a 
fatal shot. Billie then took up the hill 
to see what damage had been done, 
while I followed, knowing that my two 
shots had missed. 
ILLIE took his trail thru the heavy 
timber on the deep snow a mile or 
more, then lost his track as darkness 
came on. I took a ridge on down the 
mountain and just at the foot and lower 
down in the same draw where the first 
bear had been seen, saw a medium 
black bear coming towards me five hun- 
dred yards away. I went towards him, 
keeping well under cover. Finally I 
got within 25 yards of him. He still 
was out of sight, however when he 
heard something that frightened him, 
he gave several quick, piggish grunts 
and came out in plain view forty 
yards from me where he stopped and 
looked around. I took aim at his shoul- 
der, fired and he went down, rolled a 
long way down the hill, bit himself on 
’ the shoulder as they do when wounded 
and then got up and ran quartering 
down the hill and I’ll say a bear can 
run downhill. I then started shooting 
and at the third shot he tumbled and 
rolled down the mountain some 100 
yards over and over and landed up 
against a stump. I dragged him on 
down to the foot of the hill onto a snow 
slide, dressed him out and then went 
to camp where the girls and Billie had 
gone, he having given up the other bear 
for the night. The girls had witnessed 
all this from the foot of the mountain 
and had seen the second bear nearly all 
the time while we had been after the 
first one. 
The following evening, Billie and his 
wife, and Miss Frink and I started out 
on foot, separated at the foot of the 
same mountain, Miss Frink and I going 
south while Billie and his wife went up 
the small creek above camp some quar- 
ter of a‘mile. Just at sundown they 
met a brown bear coming out of the 
timber and crossing a flat to some more 
timber. Billie killed this bear and was 
back at camp shortly after dark, hav- 
ing been gone about two hours. We did 
not see any bear that evening, but there 
were plenty of fresh tracks so we cele- 
brated. 
HE day following we looked over 
new country and saw plenty of 
fresh signs, but no bear. After getting 
back to camp, we went out in the eve- 
ning on foot, up the creek some miles 
from camp, Billie and his wife saw a 
silvertip bear up on the side of an- 
other mountain. This bear came on 
down the mountain, passed along an 
_and Bruce and myself. 

Hardy and elusive, the black bear 
open side hill where they had been sit- 
ting, while they had gone up. 
The following four days we rode over 
a large territory, hunted some in the 
evenings, saw bear from time to time, 
but did not want to kill any more un- 
til the second party arrived. 
E enjoyed the lovely spring 
weather and saw plenty of other 
game such as moose, elk, deer and 
beaver, started for home on the 22nd. 
We reached the Stilson ranch that 
day, well pleased with the trip, espe- 
cially the girls, who had never been 
out on a spring bear hunt. 
On the 25th of May I met Bruce 
Wallace and Arthur Boatwright of 
Marion, Illinois, who had arranged for 
a bear hunt and had driven through 
from Illinois, via Cheyenne, Rock 
Springs, the Pinedale Route through 
Hoback Canyon from Green River to 
Jackson, Wyoming, which is the easy 
way to get into the Jackson Hole coun- 
try with autos in the spring. From 
Jackson we went to Stilson’s Ranch 
where we had our saddle horses and 
pack outfit, and as the road was good 
to the Geo. Erwin Ranch, the boys 
drove that far, Billie and myself taking 
the horses. We made camp that same 
day and found everything as we had 
left it. 
The following day we took saddle 
horses, Art and Billie hunted together 
We did not 
see any bear as it snowed nearly all 
day which covered up all sign. We 
jumped two large grizzly bear and one 
large black or brown whose tracks were 
fresh. During the day, Billie and Art 
saw much fresh sign but no bear; the 
falling snow made trailing impossible, 
so all hands got to camp early. 
The next morning it had cleared, so 
all started out on horses. Below camp 
on the main trail and a mile from camp 
a black bear came towards us along 
a steep side hill. Bruce and I made a 
short ride ahead of him to the foot of 
the mountain, Billie and Art stayed 
where they were. We tied the horses 
and started up the hill to head him off. 
125 yards from the top the bear walked 
out of the timber, and Bruce shot three 
times, but did not hit him so we lost 
this bear. ; 
Billie and Art took some distance 
shots, but no hits, so we separated and 
hunted different localities, no more bear, 
but plenty of sign. 
Going out one more day from this 
camp we saw a cow Moose with two 
calves just born and tried to get some 
photographs, but every time we got 
within fifty yards she charged and ran 
us over the flat of willows and swampy 
places. We decided to move up country 
and hunt fresh territory as we had no- 
ticed the bear that had come down early 
were going back again into the more 
isolated mountains from where they 
had come. 
It took a day to move and put up 
camp 15 miles away. We took a trip 
trout fishing in Eynos Lake and had all 
the trout we wanted for two days. 
EXT day we started hunting for 
keeps and kept busy during the 
afternoons and evenings. The first eve- 
ning out we spotted a large black bear 
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